She Kissed Me WHERE?!?!?!? Or, A Smith Family Easter Dinner
What a crazy weekend. The Rite did indeed go well, other than I forgot I was supposed to write the invocation to the Shining Ones as well as say it- trying to get those crowns done did indeed fry my brain. Good thing I can write quickly. G led the Rite, which was dedicated to Ostara Herself. Little bit smaller crowd than the last one & no new folks but still a decent turnout, including 4 non-grove members. Omens were fabulous. :-D I was late gettign there because Saturday afternoon the Amazing Niece said, "Aunt Sharon can watch movies with me?" which would have been fine except that right about the time I should have started to get ready, she informs me she has to go potty. It takes a long time for a toddle to poop, I discovered. She's very entertaining, though, & was telling me stories about her imaginary friends. Peter Pan is her favorite. :-)
The subject line is inspired by my crazy little niece. Sis told her to kiss everyone goodnight Sunday as we were getting ready to leave Aunt D's. However, at the time I was in an animated conversation with Aunt D. So, instead of trying to interrupt, the Amazing Niece decided to kiss me on the butt, since that's about how tall she is.
Here's a picture of said Amazing Niece learning how to eat Peeps:
Isn't she adorable? :-D
While we were all sitting in Mom's van while Mom took Grandma back into the skilled care unit, we had a fun little conversation. Autumn says to me "You're going to get killed."
Sis: "Autumn! That's not a nice thing to say."
Me: "Not even if I fart in the car."
Sis: "Sharon! Stop that! You're 37*! You should be able to control that by now."
Me (*ignoring fact that I'm only 35):"Like you can completely control bodily functions as you get older"
Sis: "You could be more discreet."
Me: "I am discreet. You didn't hear it, did you?"
GeekBro: "I think I'm going to take a walk now..."
It didn't occur to me until later that Sis probably thought I was announcing that I'd just farted, whereas it just happened to be the first reason I could think of as to why someone might want to kill me. It also didn't occur to me that Sis would wig out because I said the word "fart" in her daughter's presence. Yet another way I am a total failure as an older sister. And I thought I'd been doing good by not swearing in front of the little one. But then, she also thought that Rugrats wasn't age-appropriate for Autumn, who's 3.
Hannah's doing better. She managed to rip out almost all of her stitches so I had to take her back to the vet yesterday. She did *not* like getting stapled, I was told by R. She's still wearing a t-shirt to keep her from scratching at it. Here's a slightly fuzzy pic of the pooch looking rather emo:
She looks so pitiful!
Actually, she's adjusting to wearing the shirt pretty well, so long as we tie it up a bit so that it's not dragging on the ground & getting caught around her back legs. She's such a funny thing.
Other than that, I was sick yesterday. Blech. Today, I avoided Jehovia's Witnesses.
The subject line is inspired by my crazy little niece. Sis told her to kiss everyone goodnight Sunday as we were getting ready to leave Aunt D's. However, at the time I was in an animated conversation with Aunt D. So, instead of trying to interrupt, the Amazing Niece decided to kiss me on the butt, since that's about how tall she is.
Here's a picture of said Amazing Niece learning how to eat Peeps:
Isn't she adorable? :-D
While we were all sitting in Mom's van while Mom took Grandma back into the skilled care unit, we had a fun little conversation. Autumn says to me "You're going to get killed."
Sis: "Autumn! That's not a nice thing to say."
Me: "Not even if I fart in the car."
Sis: "Sharon! Stop that! You're 37*! You should be able to control that by now."
Me (*ignoring fact that I'm only 35):"Like you can completely control bodily functions as you get older"
Sis: "You could be more discreet."
Me: "I am discreet. You didn't hear it, did you?"
GeekBro: "I think I'm going to take a walk now..."
It didn't occur to me until later that Sis probably thought I was announcing that I'd just farted, whereas it just happened to be the first reason I could think of as to why someone might want to kill me. It also didn't occur to me that Sis would wig out because I said the word "fart" in her daughter's presence. Yet another way I am a total failure as an older sister. And I thought I'd been doing good by not swearing in front of the little one. But then, she also thought that Rugrats wasn't age-appropriate for Autumn, who's 3.
Hannah's doing better. She managed to rip out almost all of her stitches so I had to take her back to the vet yesterday. She did *not* like getting stapled, I was told by R. She's still wearing a t-shirt to keep her from scratching at it. Here's a slightly fuzzy pic of the pooch looking rather emo:
She looks so pitiful!
Actually, she's adjusting to wearing the shirt pretty well, so long as we tie it up a bit so that it's not dragging on the ground & getting caught around her back legs. She's such a funny thing.
Other than that, I was sick yesterday. Blech. Today, I avoided Jehovia's Witnesses.